Last week was big. Really big. I had been waiting for this day for almost 6 years.
Hunter was beginning middle school and Lauren would start kindergarten. Such a big moment for all of us.
I spent the summer worrying about middle school and how Hunter would handle it. We all remember what it was like. I can't protect him from it or stop life from happening to him and it was killing me. What would I do the first time someone made fun of him or the first time he encounters a bully!? What about girls and puberty!? ....and the lockers! What would happen if he couldn't get it open and I wasn't there to save him!? During all of this stress that I was creating for myself I kept asking him how he felt about going off to sixth grade. He was very indifferent about the whole thing.....he is Hunter after all. So.... the first day of school arrives. He is set. He wakes up and gets dressed....heads down stairs and throws up in the kitchen sink. Not a good sign I think to myself.... but he cleans himself up and tells me he can't wait to go. School supplies are packed neatly into his backpack, lunch in the other hand. We make the 1 1/2 mile drive. As we pull into the parking lot he suddenly panics. He can't remember his locker combination or where to go. I am ready to cry at this point. I muster all the mom strength that I can find. I tell him his schedule is in his backpack with his locker number and combination and that no one else know where to go either. Just follow them! Out he goes. There isn't a teacher to help get them out of the car anymore. He is on his own. It was my turn to puke.
While all of this is going on we are also preparing Lauren to head out for her first day. Every mom knows how great the first day of Kindergarten is. It's a moment that only happens once. We got her up and dressed in her new clothes. She is so excited! Back pack is ready, lunch is packed. Camera set. The door bell rings. She said she would rather go to school with her friend. She told me I would be okay. I was crushed. I didn't get to take her to school on her very first day.
It's now the start of the second week of school. Although I will probably never recover they couldn't be happier. Both of them are in love with school and can't stop talking when they walk in the door. I am so proud of them. I think we must be doing a pretty good job so far.
Hunter was beginning middle school and Lauren would start kindergarten. Such a big moment for all of us.
I spent the summer worrying about middle school and how Hunter would handle it. We all remember what it was like. I can't protect him from it or stop life from happening to him and it was killing me. What would I do the first time someone made fun of him or the first time he encounters a bully!? What about girls and puberty!? ....and the lockers! What would happen if he couldn't get it open and I wasn't there to save him!? During all of this stress that I was creating for myself I kept asking him how he felt about going off to sixth grade. He was very indifferent about the whole thing.....he is Hunter after all. So.... the first day of school arrives. He is set. He wakes up and gets dressed....heads down stairs and throws up in the kitchen sink. Not a good sign I think to myself.... but he cleans himself up and tells me he can't wait to go. School supplies are packed neatly into his backpack, lunch in the other hand. We make the 1 1/2 mile drive. As we pull into the parking lot he suddenly panics. He can't remember his locker combination or where to go. I am ready to cry at this point. I muster all the mom strength that I can find. I tell him his schedule is in his backpack with his locker number and combination and that no one else know where to go either. Just follow them! Out he goes. There isn't a teacher to help get them out of the car anymore. He is on his own. It was my turn to puke.
While all of this is going on we are also preparing Lauren to head out for her first day. Every mom knows how great the first day of Kindergarten is. It's a moment that only happens once. We got her up and dressed in her new clothes. She is so excited! Back pack is ready, lunch is packed. Camera set. The door bell rings. She said she would rather go to school with her friend. She told me I would be okay. I was crushed. I didn't get to take her to school on her very first day.
It's now the start of the second week of school. Although I will probably never recover they couldn't be happier. Both of them are in love with school and can't stop talking when they walk in the door. I am so proud of them. I think we must be doing a pretty good job so far.
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Cool Blog! Welcome to the club! Kids grow up too fast huh! Trevor and Tyler are walking to and from school this year all by themselves!
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